Yipes! I may be turning into a chick

One word...

Juno!

Perhaps one of the best films I have seen in a long time. Writing and acting. The music is amazing and the story is glorious.

I just ordered the soundtrack and I cannot wait to see it again.

Do yourself a favor and go see it.

Missing Bloggers

Be on the look out for the following bloggers:

Jon, Amy, Nikki and Mary.

They have disapeared and have not been heard from for a while.

Jon was last heard from on October 1st. Perhaps the Chicago Cubs had something to do with his disapearance?

Amy, the blog mistress was last heard from on Friday, November 2nd. I just knew that Halloween was bad!

Nikki likely had bad turkey as we have not heard from her since Sunday, November 18th.

And Mary may have been abducted by the Colorada State University gang. Perhaps they heard she was interested in the NorthWest and could not have it.

If you hear from them have them contact Blog Central immediately.

And the winner is....

In the next few days, go back through this years blogs and lets vote for the best.

I believe they are all available for review on the blog pages.

Put your two favorite ones here and then we can whittle it down to the best.

Denny Crane for President

A few weeks ago Sue NetFlixed Boston Legal. It took me a few episodes but now I am completely hooked. The writing is good and William Shatner is freaking hilarious. One scene last night someone actually made mention of some kind of lice that are killing salmon. The person said they were refered to as "cling-ons". He just looked at him and said "did you say cling-ons?"
Priceless.
Vote for Denny.

Blog or get off the pot.....

Hey,


I have an idea. Lets see who can have the longest running blog without actually BLOGGING!
Oops. I loose.



By the way, the photo is as random as this blog.

Have a nice day.

Platypus

Oregon State University vs. University of Oregon in the Civil War game.

Ducks and Beavers. As in the Duck Billed Platypus.

What a freaky looking beast.

Back in 1959 some dude carved a trophy of the Platypus to be used as a traveling trophy between the two schools. Two years later it was lost. Well..........it has turned up once again. And looks to be going to the winner.

Go Beavers!

They Represented The Lollipop Guild

Come out, come out, wherever you are........etc.

She'll be hist...she'll be hist...she'll be hist-o-r-y.

So the remaining Munchkins finally got their Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame last week. Not bad. It only took Hollywood 68 stinking years. The Wizard of Oz came out in 1939. But to make it worse, they got one star to share among themselves. The least they could have done is give them their own star. These little dudes are Hollywoods history from the golden era. They deserved better.

May the flying monkeys fly up the tail feathers of the Walk of fame people.

Let the eat'n begin

Tables are being set. The beast has thawed.

The trimmings are getting in order.

Let the eat'n begin. Well, not yet but soon.

Happy Thanksgiving.

The blog of blogs

Once upon a time there was a very small lobster who had anal leakage. So the doctor sent her to the Disney Princess On Ice. While there she realized that if she had gone to an OSU game she would have learned about the "California Mexicans" and perhaps eaten so much mexican food that it would stop the leakage.
But since she didn't, she decided that after the ice show she would visit a ranch-type home in NE Portland she had heard about hoping it would help. It didn't.
So on she went. Searching with her Mother, dressed in a white robe thingy with something in her hair. They decided that the place to go was the Chicago Cubs stadium where they bumped into Condi. And of course Condi was of no help either.
So.....off to Scotland they went. Lobster girl and Mom. While there, they noticed William Wallaces family dancing in the street to the tune of Braveheart. They couldn't handle it so they went out on a boat in stormy weather to seek the advice of Nessie the Loch Ness Monster.
No Nessie either.
They flew back to the states to seek the advice of Joey Wong at OSU. His only advice was to hit and run really hard. Not the advice they were looking for to cure the leakage.
But they did have one last thought. So off to Portland. They went to see the new band Mirrors. They played so good and so loud that the little lobster began to click its little pincher things to the beat.
The next thing we new the whole place was clicking and dancing.
And she was cured of the dreaded anal leakage.

So, not only is going to an OSU game fun because of the football, but the things you see and overhear is priceless.

Such as....

"California is Oregons Mexico"

"I see orange people"

Then there was a UCLA fan who made a comment about the weather (it was a little rainy that day), and someone said "yeah? well at least we don't have forest fires". Ooh burn. Get it? Burn!

Within a few weeks, California was on fire. Oops.

Twenty two days.

Just Twenty two days until combat shopping at 6AM.

But more importantly........twenty two days until the Mac house becomes Christmasy.

Yeah baby...

So if for some reason you cannot locate me, you may want to check the yards as likely I will be out there kicking raindeer.

Merry Christmas!

Dagnab, side-windin', sod-bustin' rascles........

Gotta love this dude.

Camp Gitcheegoomee has been winterized. The waters of the dreaded Turner Creek have been on the rise. The Gnomes have gone North for the Winter. Poncho has taken his flag and headed South and the Injuns have headed to their Winter camp.

But not to worry....

Fort Wilderness and Monkey Bridge will remain open to any who dare the nasty winter months.

Ibuprofen is good!

To quote Smiles A lot from Dances with Wolves,........"my arm doesn't work".
But first, lets go back a week or two. Shall we?
It all began by cutting down trees and ripping up shrubs to make way for the new trailer pad.
The pile of debris was huge. Luckily for me someone else hauled it away.
Next was the task of removing and relocating what I believe to be quite a lot of soil and more debris. That's when it got fun. Because to move the soil, I had to remove the stumps.
Oh boy. Stump grinders are cool. However, it was like trying to hold onto a bucking bull. Quite heavy and very powerful. I just told myself to Man-up and get it done. So I did.
Except doing it required me to use muscles that I didn't know I had. Oh well.
Then. Yesterday, I had a pile of crushed rock delivered and dumped. Now for the spreading.
And that my friends.....is why my arm doesn't work too well right now.
Ibuprofen is good.

I Got Your Line Item Veto Hangin'

It's only October 2007. Many months from the presidential primaries. And even many more months from the actual elections.
Last night, we watched some of a presidential debate. We were hoping to hear some words of wisdom from someone. Anyone!
All it did was make us turn the channel.
I am already tired of the political blah blah blah. If they want my vote, they need to speak my language.
And I am guessing I am not alone. How many times did they say Line Item Veto I wonder?
Anyone have a clue what it means? Not me!
And if they are going to have a debate and include all folks running, why were 90% of the questions aimed at two guys?
Bull crap! That's why. Simple. Bull crap!

Have a nice day!

Nessie

This is just what I picture "Nessie" the Loch Ness Monster to be.

And from the sound of it, so does James.

Ahhhh....freak out!

It's 8:20Am, Sunday morning.
I'm sitting here in our living room going through news and stuff.
In 40 minutes, I will be preparing and serving Mickey Mouse pancakes for Haley.
Kind of like the last supper.
In 3 1/2 hours, we are taking Haley to College and I am freaking out a bit.
Meanwhile, across town, Sarah is counting the moments until Katie is born. And I'm freaking out a bit more.
Meanwhile (part 2), across town in the other direction, Emily is wondering about her pregnancy. Why is she bleeding a bit? And I'm freaking out even more.
Meanwhile (part 3), James is about 8000 miles away in some place they call London. All seems to be good there. Yet it still kind of freaks me out.
Ahh....ain't life grand?

As I write this, James and Ashley are flying into London, England. They left this morning and I have been tracking their flight on Flyte.com. They were traveling at 37,000 feet and going 688 MPH (ground speed).
They will spend a few days in London and then head North to Scotland for about a week. Then to the South of France.

So James and Ashley are flying into London as I write this. They left this morning and I have tracked their flight along the way with Flyte.com.
Right now they are 14 minutes from London, England.
They were traveling at 37,000 feet going 688 mph (ground speed) on a 777-200.
It will be about 7AM when they arrive.
They'll spend a few days in London and then head North to Scotland for a while. In a week or so, they will head down to France for a week.

Monkey Bridge is open for business

Camp Wilderness has a new neighbor.This is not for the weak. This is not for the whimp at heart.This is for the adventurous one.The Mac-Monkey Bridge is ready to be explored.All I need is a few monkeys to give it a try while dangling many feet above the ground in a treacherous location known only to the wild animals of the Goomee.Say good bye to the world. Climb on and give it a shot.

Monkey Bridge open for business

Camp Wilderness has a new neighbor.
This is not for the weak. This is not for the whimp at heart.
This is for the adventurous one.

The Mac-Monkey Bridge is ready to be explored.

All I need is a few monkeys to give it a try while dangling many feet above the ground in a treacherous location known only to the wild animals of the Goomee.

Say good bye to the world. Climb on and give it a shot.

Taking a dump

OK.
Recently we have had blogs asking for the top 5 movies. We had a blog asking for ways to say "barf". And all good stuff.
So I'm ready to go over the edge with this one.
Why? I don't know.

How many ways can you describe taking a dump? But it must be in a way that you could talk to your Kindergarten teacher. You know, no really bad language.
Go ahead, give it a try.

Dumping out.
Pinching a loaf.

Katie is coming.
Below is the beginning of the Katie baby pool.
It will cost you Five bucks to enter.
Put your date, time and weight.
The person closest takes the pot.
Her due date is October 4th.

Pass this on to non-bloggers as well. The more folks, the bigger the pot.
I will record all on a spreadsheet.

Jim - September 30, 4PM, 7Lbs, 4 oz.

Too me, this photo says it all. When stuff just gets so messed up in life, I am going to this picture.

These little dudes have it figured out. Just hangin out playin a bit of bat-the- Butterfly. Could it be any better?

How's your day going? Can you use a bit of Kittens and Butterflies?

World Trade Center

Last night I came across a video of the World Trade Center attacks that most have not seen. It was filmed from a couple living in an apartment nearby and only released it to the public last September. Haley and I watched it and were pretty much silenced by it.
For me, it was good because I really don't want to forget that day. Make the time to watch it.
The link is below. I hope it works.



http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5474006551011489413

Postage due

Is it me? Or do Jon, James and Emily have postage way overdue?

Fort Wilderness

FORT WILDERNESS

At the far end of Wilderness Road stands Fort Wilderness—the outpost of civilization. The time is the War of 1812…the United States flag has only 15 stars.
Within the gates there is a Canteen and Trading Post—stocked with pelts, guns, knives, and Indian craft.
In the Regimental Hdqrs., Davy Crockett and George Russell, U.S. Army Scouts, can be seen reporting to Maj. General Andrew Jackson during the Cherokee Indian Campaign.
From the parapets and block houses can be seen the vast untamed American wilderness…the deer, moose, bear and wildlife of the primitive forest.
Beyond the stockade are tepees…hostile Indians on the warpath. A settler’s cabin burns in the distance…mute evidence of a treacherous attack.

The Trinity vs. "My Student".

I learned quite a bit this last Thursday and Friday while with Haley as she registered for classes at Oregon State University.
You see, Haley has become "my student". Not my daughter but "my student". And I wonder. How can she be "my student" when I'm not "her instructor"? But that's what they all call them. "Your student!" Huh?
So after four years of college, or better yet, many years of and in college as professors they still don't get it. "My student?" No! she is "their student!"
So since i'm really messed up over this and I just don't get it I have decided that it's much the same as the Holy Trinity. Since Jesus, The Holy Spirit and God are one and the same, then perhaps Haley can be Hopper, My daughter and "my student" all at the same time.
Perhaps English 101 will explain?
Thank you for taking this ride with me.

Camp Gitcheegoomee - continued

Camp Gitcheegoomee is open. Kids of all ages are welcome to explore the nearly 1/2 acre recently created for exploring. If Peter Pan and his buds were around, they would hang out there.
But beware Waterlions. And bears.
And if anyone is wondering if big stinking hedge trimmers can cut you? They can. I have proof. Luckily, I still have all my parts. A close call.
So come on by and spend some time being a kid.

Camp Gitcheegoomee and Indian Village are open for exporing.

More to follow.

Why did it have to be a snake?

OK. So I'm laying in bed last night thinking to myself how I really need to get to Lowes first thing in the morning and get the trim for the bottom of our front door.
But first, lets go back to earlier in the day shall we?
It was a nice day, sunny, a little breeze from the west, and while trimming the roses in the front I looked down to find a stinking snake hanging out on the stump of the old Cherry tree. Now it was only a little guy. About 18" long or so but nonetheless, he was a snake. IN MY FRONT YARD. So as any guy would do, I freaked out and told Emily that I needed a man! Someone that could capture this beast and remove it.
I didn't want to hurt it, I just wanted it gone. Of course Emily and Sue could be heard from Beaverton. They were really messed up.
So I got me a stick and a bucket. As I tried to get eem' I somehoe launched him about 20' into the air to near the mailbox. Wow! Snakes fly. I finally got him into the bucket and let him go in the back so he could grow up and get bigger. Oh boy!
Hayden was bummed cause he wanted to hold him. We will be admitting Hayden to his therapy classes soon.
So, I got the trim and in a few minutes, I will put it on so the slithery little guy won't invite himself for dinner. Dinner of course being me.........

I have been listening to a book on tape called Stories from Ground Zero. It's 18 hours of interviews and stories from Firefighters and Police Men and Women who were on hand during the World Trade Center attacks. Quite moving and very emotional. Too much went on that day to forget. And I hope I never do.
I have a renewed interest in the heros of those days.
I hope you get a chance to listen to this as well.
The photos to the left say so much. Especially the one on the right.

Ivory Liquid Helps Your Hands Look Young Again

Actually, I have no idea why I have referred to Ivory Liquid. Perhaps it's just another case of the Jimisms?
But what I do know is that my water timer in the backyard just came on.
Aren't you glad to know that?
Speaking of timer, have you noticed how it rymes with Heimer? As in Binkloheimer? As in Haley?
And did you know that in 8 days she will be graduated from high school? Oh my God!
Now this is what I call a random blogage. Actually blogage is a French word. It's meaning is yet to be determined.

Oregon vs. Arizona

Oregon Arizona

Oh, that's why you are called Hopper

After a few hundred softball games, from the Jumping Jelly Beans (7 years old) to the Liberty Falcons, Haley has ended her softball career with high honors.

Haley has made third team all-conference.

She led the team with 93 put outs, 8 doubles and her on-base-average was .413. All in just 17 games, missing the last three due to a broken hand. Not bad hopper!

I already miss seeing you play.

It's not CEMENT

After nearly 20 years of watching (inspecting) concrete being placed, I was talked into helping create a new patio for the stink'n Chilcotts. I was very pleased with the results. In fact, I am considering quiting my current job and becoming a concrete contractor. But since I can barely move now, due to the amazing man-work I will for-go the career change for now. Thank yoi Ibuprofen.
Josh's idea to have an exposed aggregate finish challenged us all. But the challenge was met. And it is awesome. It kind of looks like Rice Krispy Treats, without the shine.
And Jon, not only is a good concrete worker, but he is a great ditch-diggin'-trench-makin' sumbitch. He likes playing in the mud.
My goal for the day was to see just when Sarah began to call the patio a "concrete" patio as opposed to "cement", like in the Beverly Hillbillies when they refered to their backyard pool as a "cee-ment-pond". By the end of the gig, I think she actually mentioned "concrete". Way to go Knoskers of Zib.

I...Am...Snoticus!

Is there a better way to begin a blog but to do it while looking through snot-filled eyes?
I think not.
Allegra is good. Of course by the time June rolls around I will be imuned to its goodness. And the stink'n snow (pollen et. al.) will be in blizzard form.
Is Blog a verb? To Blog. Or is it a Noun? "He was a Blogger".
What?
I don't know.
Glrious day!